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letra de i can’t lie - lil durk

[intro]
(touchoftrent be wildin’ with it)

[verse 1]
count a million dollars cash, that sh-t fun still
see a n-gga that you love die, call it blood tears
even tho i made it out, got n-ggas that i love still
left some money ‘round his ass to make sure that that love real
i don’t wanna be ‘round body guards, i got my shooter
never text my phone about them goofies, n-gga do some

[verse 2]
every time he up a chain i tell em tag his jeweler
if he pop outside at 1am, we pop out two some (uh)
i grab the umbrella out the cullinan for the rain drops
like i be tripping, i think thеse percs gon make my pain stop
i feel so goofy whеn i be cashing out my main thot
i just be starting sh-t, we f-cked up all our main opps
it’s summer time, don’t lack, just keep your pole on you
and if you feel to do a drill, don’t keep your phone on you

i can’t lie, put that main n-gga in my blunt and i get high
i can’t lie, ion be in my feelings about it, i can’t cry
i’m die y, i can’t cap, gotta keep guns, i can’t lack
from the raq, see lil boona, he don’t rap, he just blast
not a act, for that check, he gon pull up and spazz
matter fact, he was talking out his neck now he dead
i told my po do what he do ‘cause ima thug n-gga
lil v don’t wanna leave the streets ‘cause he a hood n-gga
for that bag, he gon slime you like a blood n-gga
act like he act like then he rob you, you a f-ck n-gga
ever since they k!lled my cousin, i can never give a f-ck
i just gave my shorties dubs, they gon come and wet em up
got some b-tches that i love that’ll come and set you up
i be showing these n-ggas love but that sh-t ain’t adding up
i gave you guns n-gga (you actin like he mad at us)
i showed you love n-gga (actin like he mad at us)
i payed your bond n-gga (he actin like he mad at us)
said you a good n-gga (he actin like he mad at us)
shout out v lord
watch out for the n-ggas k!lling keyboards
n-ggas give me police vibes, i gotta see through it
they gave a bond to number nine, i had to reach for it, reach for it
i’m switching these lanes, i’m rocking these chains, i’m f-cking these models
ain’t no lame, not saying his name, i’m f-cking his momma
ninety nine percent of lames don’t want these problems

ain’t no point of carrying roogas, want them choppas (want them choppas)
up your pipe and c-ck it back, that b-tch go blaka (b-tch go blah)
hard in the paint on oppas like i’m waka (waka flaka)
i done ran out of pills, i need a doctor (need a doctor)
she done spent my music up, but the b-tch from over la

- lil durk

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